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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Saturday Centus (Sunday edition)

Late with this week's prompt as well, because yesterday was an abnormally packed Saturday here at Casa Jaquandor: we got up freakishly early (for a Saturday, anyway) to drive ninety minutes for a pancake breakfast, and then I had to grocery shop, and do two loads of laundry, and put away all of those groceries (which included dividing the 6.5-lb package of ground beef into 8-oz portions for the freezer), finishing a book that I need to review (and for which I started the day with more than 300 pages left to read), and...taking a nap or two. So I didn't get any of the writing done yesterday that I wanted to.

This week's prompt is to write a poem using the prompt. And Jenny specifically says, "The rhyming kind", so I can't just whip off a nice bit of blank verse, either. (Nothing wrong with blank verse -- I love me some blank verse, and I find it a lot harder to write something that's not awful poetry in blank verse than a lot of people suppose is the case.) I toyed with notions for a sonnet, but...well, one idea just bobbled to the top and stayed there, so here it is. A couplet.

Epitaph for the Stupid Kid

"I'm not a chicken and I know it!"And he did a stupid thing to show it.

10 comments:

I actually published this with a different second line originally, but then ten minutes later I realized I should change it, so I did. In the first version I specifically said what the stupid thing the kid did was; it occurred to me that it's best left to the imagination as to what dumb-assed thing he might do to prove his bravado that ended up being his epitaph.

What a great use of the prompt. And I like that you left it to our imagination. Just what did that boy do? Reminds me of a saying around here "What are a redneck's last words? Watch this!" Hope you have a more relaxing Sunday! Kat

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